We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.